“I could say that I’m here to honour her memory ... But the truth is, I’m here because it makes me wetter than anything else.”Her skirt reache... the point that she can flash her backside to us. It’s a big backside, but firm, wrapped in a little pair of red panties, and sitting atop thick but smooth thighs.We cut to a friendly looking little guesthouse on the seafront. Then inside, to one of the bedrooms where we find Carol, the woman in red, sitting with Rebel, her large, black, long haired. A Buckman probably led the way. We gloss over those details.) Mind you, we’ve never been movers and shakers, and I don’t think anybody got much higher than a sergeant or lieutenant, but we always served.We had a wall in the family room with photos of family members in uniform that I can remember from when I was little; my mother laughingly called it the ‘Wall of Heroes.’ There’s a photo of my grandfather (Dad’s dad, who I’m named after) in his army uniform from World War I, complete to campaign. I was tempted to punch Prem’s boxers just for symbolic revenge, but realizing the immaturity of such a futile move, I just smiled to myself. I hung them up to dry, but on a separate rung far from Kavita’s panties. I put my own underwear next to my wife’s. Even though I would be only one to witness or understand the symbolism, it felt satisfying nonetheless.I put new sheets on both beds and swept and mopped the floors before taking a break to have a snack. The weight of carrying around the. I took a deep breath (as quietly as I could) and moved up behind him. I pushed my pelvis into his butt and reached my wet hand around him, putting it on top of his. We moved his penis back and forth as a team. His butt felt firm and warm up against me. This is what I'd been waiting for all those years.He must have suddenly realized I was in the shower with him. He dropped his hand and stiffened up. I whispered "Shhh. Relax and enjoy it." I carried on moving my hand forward and backward. He fit.